Chapter 122:
Inside the Shadow Realm.
A wave of beautiful golden light tore through the blackened space of the shadow realm like a celestial spear of judgnt piercing the endless evil of darkness.
The first wave of Heaven's warriors The angels sent to kill Noboru, their golden glowing aura made of omni energy gleaming against the abyss that were in, descended upon the battlefield. Their voices carried with them not songs of purity as they normally would but rage and anger at their fathers mistake and the won who they believed defiled his purity, their weapons forged from the very fabric of their divine will to serve their father.
At the forefront of this assault were heavens most battle hungry archangels, Michael, the Blade of Heaven, Gabriel, the ssenger of Wrath, and Camael, the Angel of Retribution and they were the ones who led the charge.
"It's ti abomination your re existence is affront to our father. You are nothing but a aberration who needs to disappear." Michael said as his golden sword shone with overwhelming golden radiance from his Yin Omni Energy, cleaving through the dark tendrils of the Shadow Realm like a beacon of destruction.
Gabriel' assisted him his flail humd with Yin Omni Energy converted into holy fire, ready to crush any who stood against him and his fathers orders which in his eyes were absolute.
Camael's twin blades danced, eager for carnage, their edges vibrating with Yin Omni Energy.
"Show your self." Camael yelled.
They were t with silence.
Then, the darkness shifted.
From the void, a voice whispered, sultry and amused.
"Did you think we would stand idly by and let you walk in here trying to kill our prince? Our queens son"
The shadows split open, and from the abyss erged Greed—her erald eyes glinting with mischief and malice.
The Seven Deadly Sins had arrived.
Behind her, Pride, Wrath, Lust, Envy, Gluttony, and Sloth stood in formation, each radiating their own twisted power, their gazes locked onto the divine warriors before them.
Greed extended her hand, and reality itself shuddered. The divine light that surrounded the battlefield twisted, no longer a beacon of Heaven's will, but a shackle.
Chains of golden light turning black erupted from the very radiance of Heaven, binding the first wave of angels before they could react.
Michael's eyes flashed in fury. He struggled, but the more he pulled, the tighter the bindings beca.
"You dare corrupt Heaven's light?" he roared, his voice shaking the battlefield.
Greed's lips curled into a smirk. "Oh, Michael, you always did love your pretty lights. But you forget... everything can be taken, even the will of God."
The angels fought against their chains, but Greed's power tightened around them. Their divine weapons trembled, their once unbreakable willpower montarily shaken.
"What is this." One of the angels spokes as Greed chuckled.
"Simple little pigeon. My ability allows to shift reality what was your holy light was converted into blacken darkness." Greed said shocking the angels
Then, Wrath and Pride struck.
With an earth-shattering roar, Wrath launched herself at Michael, her fists ablaze, the fire of her rage consuming the darkness around her.
"You will pay for all the brothers and sisters you killed angel scum." Wrath yelled
Michael gritted his teeth and tore free from his blacken bindings, his golden sword eting Wrath's burning fists in a deafening clash.
The force of their impact sent shockwaves through the battlefield, the ground beneath them cracking and splintering.
"What power."
Wrath pressed forward, her blows relentless, each one fueled by millennia of hatred for the one who had led Heaven's crusades against her kind.
Michael t her head-on, his sword slicing through the air, forcing Wrath to dodge, twisting her body to avoid the holy edge.
But Pride was already there.
With a flicker of movent, Pride appeared behind Michael, her sword shimring with abyssal fire, and slashed toward his exposed back.
"Ah" Michael struggled as Michael barely managed to block, his blade catching Pride's strike at the last second.
But Wrath was already moving again.
A fist t Michael's gut, and the Archangel grunted, his body skidding backward, armor cracking under the force of the impact.
For the first ti, Michael felt pressure.
He narrowed his eyes, adjusting his stance.
"Foolish creatures, you think this changes anything? We are Heaven. We are absolute." Michael declared in a arrogant condescending tone.
Wrath wiped a trickle of black blood from her lips, smirking.
"Then let's test that, shall we?"
anwhile with Gabriel and Lust
Gabriel's flail spun, flas licking through the air as he rushed forward. His attack was fast, aid directly at Lust, who stood with a playful smile on her lips.
But as the flail swung toward her, Lust rely laughed.
Her aura pulsed, and suddenly, the very rage that fueled Gabriel began to twist.
His attack slowed.
His grip wavered.
Sothing stirred inside of him doubt.
For the first ti in his existence, the command to strike without rcy felt... wrong.
Lust's voice was a whisper in his mind, sweet and deceiving.
"You are strong, Gabriel... But do you truly believe in this war? In your Father's cause?"
Gabriel's breath hitched, his stance faltering for only a second.
But that second was all she needed.
Lust's fingers brushed against his cheek, and suddenly, doubt flooded his mind.
Gabriel's divine rage—his very purpose—felt uncertain.
Heaven's warriors were trained to obey, to never falter.
But now...
He hesitated.
And in battle, hesitation was death.
anwhile in Heaven
Far above, in the heights of Heaven, Yahweh sat upon his golden throne, his gaze locked onto the battle unfolding below.
At first, he had watched with certainty, knowing that his warriors would crush the forces of darkness the whore gathered beneath them.
But then, he saw it.
He saw the chains of light, blackening and binding his angels.
He saw the wavering in Gabriel's attacks.
He saw Michael being driven back.
And in that mont, realization struck him like a divine thunderclap.
This was a trap.
Noboru had not revealed himself out of weakness or arrogance —he had baited him.
His daughter Uriel was right.
The Shadow Realm was not an fair battlefield. It was a trap designed for one purpose—to consu the forces of Heaven.
The battle was shifting.
He gritted his teeth, his fingers curling into a fist of divine fury.
"So... you think you can a play god, boy?"
His golden aura flared, causing the very fabric of Heaven to tremble.
"No more gas. If you will not kneel, you will be erased."
And with that, the Golden Being prepared to descend upon the battlefield himself.
"You think you can trick boy..."
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